I got this book because I thought it might be a lot like Heads in Beds, which I really enjoyed. Not so much....
Honestly, by page 4 I hated the authors. By page 6 I found them so annoying that I couldn't even hate them. By page 12 I had thrown the book across the room.
I get it. You want to be in theatre, but The Man demands a day job of you (because you can't make it on stage). So you are a concierge, and hate the people who ask you to do things for them, because that apparently makes you better than them.
Oh, and did I mention that no one tips you enough?
Ok, we get it. But we don't care.
I received this book from Blogging for Books for my review.
Because someone had to.